Variations On Death In Dark Poetry. Enjoy You Sickos!

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Teetering On The Brink

I hope you’re not at all adverse.
To hearing of death spoke in verse
Enjoy in morbid fascination.
As I speak of assignations.
And call again for my nurse.
To listen while I rave and curse.
Of waking in the cold stone vault.
After drinking to much malt.
My mind it teeters on a brink.
All because of too much drink.

For Today I Died. I Died.

Sound the trumpet Gabriel
For today I died. I died.
Mourn the fallen battle foes.
For today they died. They died.
Pour forth blood from severed vain.
For today fathers died. Fathers died.
Womb laid open in the sun.
For today mother’s died. Mothers died.
Silent child clutched to her breast.
For today sisters died. Sisters died.
Kith’n kin lay slaughtered round
For today brothers died. Brothers died.
Sightless eyes stare in reproach.
For today all died. All died.

Solicitudes On A Small Matter

In sweet repose I do not lie.
I hoped for better when I died.
People watched my body rot.
Of dignity they cared not.
Who the hell is this guy?
And God! I hate the common fly.

I Met Death On Raven Wings

I met Death on raven wings.
Gauntly dressed the spectral king.
Black and sullen he approached.
To the window of my coach
I said this day I do not die.
Then poked the bugger in the eye.

Gold Town Rival

Leave me not where I fall.
Take me to the dancing hall.
Lay me out on a table.
Ask at once for Mother Maybel.
Hold a toast for friend and foe.
Then shoot my rival gutless Joe.

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I saved the bump on this for a bit later.
Any others have posts for this thread or comments?
Critics?
Dirty dark Lymericks?

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I liked this one:

4

“averse” not “adverse”

5

Thanks, that’s my favorite one.

Hilarity N. Suze I note the problem and thank you.

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Because I could not stop for death
He kindly stopped for me.

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Short and sweet:

Coughin’.
Coffin.

And one I’ve posted before:

For sale.
One pair of baby shoes.
Never worn.

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“Master, I saw death in the market and she gave me a menacing look. I must be away from here!”
“Here is my fastest horse. Take it, my loyal servant, and flee to Samarra.”

later, in the market place:

“O death, why did you threaten my servant?”
“He was mistaken. I was not threatening him, I was merely surprised to see him in Baghdad when I have an appointment with him in Samarra this very evening.”